Pork chops didn't sleep well all night.

It had a nightmare, and hundreds of Strange-Faced people surrounded the makeshift camp and allowed themselves to grill fish for them, saying that they would not leave until they were all full.

When it was exhausted and fed the first two hundred, or three hundred, the first one was hungry again

Infinite loop, it just roasted the fish in a dream for one night.

When it woke up from its sleep, it found that Gordon and the others were looking at it.

"What are you dreaming about?" Gordon asked amusefully, "Meow so badly." ”

"I've been shouting something, 'There's not enough spice!' "Go catch some more fish and meow!" Gale grinned, mimicking the poignant tone of the pork chop.

"Meow" Pork Chop skimmed his head and lied, "I don't remember Meow." ”

Everyone could see that it was insincere, and Hayatta smiled and rubbed its head, "It's just a nightmare, it's better to forget." ”

Then hand it a piece of grilled fish left over from yesterday's meal and let it serve as breakfast.

The pork chop was holding the grilled fish, not very appetizing, but eventually shook its head and stuffed the fish into its mouth.

It's still delicious.

Master Wilderness got ready to pack, and even carried the waterproof leather backpack on his back, "Pack up and get ready to go."

Let's start exploring the caves that the hunting cats found yesterday, and I was a little concerned about those crystalline particles, which shouldn't have been so obvious before."

The hunters had no objections, and the group was about to set off after checking the props and supplies in their bags.

But there were guests who arrived at the camp first, and it was a few odd-faced people.

Judging by the lines of the masks, one of them was the same guy he encountered yesterday, and he was happily waving at them at this time.

The one at the head is more sedate, its mask is larger than that of ordinary Odd Faces, and its decorations are more ornate, and it may be the leader of this Strange Faces.

If only the other party could speak the lingua franca of the Old World, Gordon looked forward to it.

"Gabaka, Gaga!" The Odd-Faced Clan, who was at the head of the group, said hello.

Well, it won't.

But the other seemed to be prepared, and he held up a piece of leather with a graffiti depiction on it.

Pictured here are some Odd-Faced Clans, a few Elul, and some of them look particularly intimidating, but given their size and two-legged standing, they are most likely "hunters", with their teeth and claws, surrounded by a few flames.

"What do you mean, inviting us to set fires together?" Gail speculated.

"That's obviously not what it means." Anhill leaned closer to the leather, "I think those are bonfires, maybe they want to have a festival with us or something?" ”

Everyone unanimously felt that Anhill's guess was more reliable.

The Odd-Faced Clan, holding the leather, turned it over again, followed by another graffiti.

The meaning of this picture is much clearer, it is a strange face with an exaggerated and ornate mask, and next to it is a milky white haired Ailu, the two of them are holding hands, each holding one leg and seems to be dancing.

"It's the king of the Odd Faces Meow!" Pork Chop recognized the shape of the mask, "It's meowing around here too?" ”

Gordon bit his nails, was slapped by Hayata, and replaced his chin with a dry smile, "If the two pictures are combined, it really looks like an invitation from the king of the Strange Face Clan, and that king is quite enthusiastic?" ”

The Master of the Plains, who was originally going to investigate the crystals in the cave, also raised some interest, "The invitation of the Strange Face Clan is not common, it is worth visiting, it turns out that the relationship between the pork chop and the king of the Strange Face Clan is so good?" ”

When she mentioned this, everyone also felt something strange.

Obviously, not long ago, the pork chops were separated from the odd noodle clan, and the king of the odd noodle clan likes to hold a banquet with the pork chop so much?

"Or is there some other purpose?" Anhill was a little skeptical, "This time it's not just the pork chop that is drawn from that. Judging from the graffiti, we are also among the invitees. ”

Gordon didn't dwell on it that much, "Maybe it's just an invitation with a companion, or maybe it's something to do with us, we can't guess what the outcome is."

Since there is no malice, it is better to go directly, and I will only know the specific reason when we meet.

Anyway, we want to get some information about the northern part of the continent from them, don't we? ”

"Yes." Anhill agrees.

After a brief discussion, they changed their itinerary for the day.

Gale was left behind to "watch the house", and these days it has been on the road continuously, and it is tired enough to choke as a pack horse, just to rest.

The others followed the odd-faced people and left the camp.

It may be that the king of the Odd Noodles Clan has specifically instructed these Strange Noodles to be very caring and have not taken narrow shortcuts.

Along the way, the trails were relatively wide and flat, and even the narrowest holes could be walked through by Gordon with his head slightly lowered and sideways.

There was no such thing as a cave where the Strangemian and the cats could pass through and the hunters were stuck.

After a period of events between the mountain paths, they followed a downward path into the underground cavern.

The Master of the Plains, who was descending in the corridor, seemed to have noticed something, she let out a soft "huh", stopped and raised her hand, "I'm sorry, can you wait for me a little bit?" ”

The hunters stopped, and the Odd-Faced Clansmen who led the way in front of them also turned back curiously, wondering why these people suddenly stopped.

Master Wilderness crouched down in a corner of the corridor and turned her staff upside down.

There are a variety of tools on this cane.

A projectile is mounted at one end of the staff's tail, which is larger and has a longer range than the one used by hunters and investigators on their arms, and is the one that Gale mistook for a light crossbow.

The tip of the staff, which resembles the butt, is a folding pickaxe.

She unfolded her pickaxe and carefully struck something.

Soon, she stood up with a fist-sized, inconspicuous "ore".

The crowd leaned over and looked curiously at the irregular blue stone.

"This is, Amber?" Anhill, who had a lot of knowledge of all kinds of "expensive items", asked with some uncertainty: "Blue amber?" It's the first time I've seen it. ”

"Yes, it's an ancient amber, and it may contain memories from the Ancients." Master Wilderness said happily.

"Yay? I thought amber or something, it would be a little shinier. Gail, who lacked knowledge of all sorts of "expensive objects", leaned over to the piece of amber, which was still half-wrapped in stone.

She couldn't understand why such a dusty thing could become an expensive piece of jewelry.

Anhill glanced at her, "This is the rough stone, it has not been polished yet, clean up the stone chips attached to the surface, grind away the unsmooth parts of the outer layer, and polish it a little, it will be amazingly beautiful."

Not to mention that this piece is still unheard of sea blue, and the volume is not small, if it is wrapped in some ancient creatures that have long been extinct, it can be sent to Dongdoruma for a surprising sky-high price. ”

"How do you calculate the sky-high price?"

"Tens and millions of Z."

"Nirvana, you damned rich people."

Master Wilderness frowned slightly.

Anhill suddenly realized that he was a little reckless, and that in the eyes of knowledge-seeking scholars and investigators, amber with ancient information could not be measured by money.

"Is it really worth that much money?" Master Wilderness spoke suddenly.

Anhill subconsciously replied: "If the quality is good, the contents are clear and special, and the price may even be higher, even if there is nothing inside, the color alone is worth enough." ”

After hearing this, Master Wilderness put away the amber seriously, "I'll keep it for a while, and then I'll find a way to sell it." ”

"Huh?"

"What the mission lacks is a lot of money and supplies, not a nice piece of amber."

Ps. Every time I see the amber spot in the land of the dragon's crystal, I think "how scary the price of this jb thing is"

(End of chapter)